Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.

Men have come to such a pass that they frequently starve, not for want of necessaries, but for want of luxuries.

I was more independent than any farmer in Concord, for I was not anchored to a house or farm, but could follow the bent of my genius, which is a very crooked one, every moment.

Whatever your sex or position, life is a battle in which you are to show your pluck, and woe be to the coward. Whether passed on a bed of sickness or a tented field, it is ever the same fair play and admits no foolish distinction. Despair and postponement are cowardice and defeat. Men were born to succeed, not to fail.

Oh to reach the point of death and realize one has not lived at all.

A man who has to go to the village to get the news hasn't heard from himself in a long time.

Do what nobody else can do for you. Omit to do anything else.